The Man of the houseA Poem by sarah
The man you looked up to and admired is gone the responsibalty now falls on your shoulders you stand tall and without fear In the time you are alone the tears streem down your face the pain in your chest becomes difficult to bare the joy you once felt is hard to trace When you walk in a room no one can tell what you are feeling you stand tall and with a smile on your face you answar any questions asked with the same interest as before You can't show weakness... you must do him proud as a son you must keep the sprirts in your home high But even though you are now the man of the house you are still a kid a 16 year old boy who needs his dad a boy who demands to suffer in the quite of his room You will do him proud I know you will you already have and always will.... © 2010 sarahAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
545 Views
16 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on September 30, 2010Last Updated on November 11, 2010 AuthorsarahCAAboutMy name is Sarah just another Sarah, to go along with the millions of other Sarah's hehe anyway umm...I am really bad at spelling C and grammar it's a pain in the a*s so...yeah I won't U review books .. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|